1 comments/ 18927 views/ 11 favorites Four Fantasies By: SoraRabbit After a long day of work, the time had finally come. Nick parked in the driveway and got out of his car. He walked up to the front door, carrying the bouquet of roses he'd picked up on his way home. Instead of using his key, he reached out and hit the doorbell. Kara answered shortly, cocking an eyebrow and looking at him with amusement. "You live here, you goof," she said with a laugh. "I didn't forget," Nick replied, grinning. "I just wanted to do this right. You look absolutely gorgeous." She gave a little pose as he looked her over, one hand on her hip, the other behind her head. It had been a long time since she'd gotten all dressed up. The last time had been for a mutual friend's wedding. In keeping with the theme they'd decided on of repeating their first date, she'd put on the same red dress. It looked very sexy against her brown skin and still hugged her curves the way he remembered—her ample breasts, her round hips, her shapely thighs. She'd already applied her makeup, and her black dreads were pinned up. To round out the ensemble, she was wearing the silver necklace he'd bought for her birthday and a matching bracelet. "So, are you going to invite me in?" he teased, handing her the roses. Her olive eyes were bright as she took the flowers and stepped to one side to allow him access to the house they'd shared for over five years. "So what are the plans for tonight?" she asked with a note of excitement in her voice. "You'll see," he promised, heading for the bedroom to get changed. He had kept the specifics of their anniversary date a secret, but had every detail planned out carefully. "Will I like it?" she prodded curiously, trailing behind him, clinging onto her roses. "Oh, I think so . . . " he told her, stepping into their bedroom. He glanced over his shoulder and gave her a confident smirk. "It's going to be a night you'll always remember." "Oooooh," she breathed. "Well hurry and get ready then. I want to see what you have planned!" Nick was ready within fifteen minutes, showered, shaved, and dressed in a nice pressed shirt and slacks. He felt underdressed next to his elegant wife, but it was what he'd worn six years before, so that was what he stuck with. "Are you ready?" he asked, offering her his arm. "Uh huh," she agreed, taking his arm and running her hand lingeringly over his firm bicep. "I'm in your hands," she added, her tone flirty. They walked through the living room arm in arm to say goodbye to their daughter Katie and Kara's best friend Bobbi, who was acting as babysitter for the night. The pretty blonde told them to have a nice date and take their time. Twenty minutes later they were pulling into a parking spot at the same restaurant they'd gone to on their first date. "Oh!" Kara said, perking up when she recognized the place. It was fairly fancy and expensive, so they hadn't been back since that night, sticking with more casual places for dates. "So we ARE replaying that night!" "Only for the first part of it," Nick told her, getting out of the car and crossing to the other side to open her door for her. "Then it gets much better." "You're driving me crazy," Kara pouted as he led her into the restaurant. She had never been good about waiting for surprises. She was more of an instant gratification girl. "It'll be worth the wait," he promised, opening the restaurant door for her. Soon they were sitting in a dimly-lit booth across from each other, tucked away in the back of the restaurant. "You even got the same booth!" she commented, impressed. "I have a good memory. I even remembered what kind of wine we ordered," he said, right as the waitress approached with two glasses of amber-colored wine. "Wow," she said, picking up her glass as the waitress hurried away. Never one for speeches, all Nick said was, "To us," and clinked his glass against hers. Taking a sip, she beamed at him. "This really brings me back. It feel like so long ago that we were in these same seats, getting to know each other." "Getting to know each other romantically you mean," he reminded her. They'd been friends for months before dating. She nodded. "Uh huh. I was so surprised when you asked me out and called it a date. I had no idea it was coming." "I did," he added with a smile. Nick had always been the planner, with her being more spontaneous. It helped them keep a balance in their relationship. The dinner was nice, the food was as good as it had been last time. The conversation stayed casual throughout dinner, and afterwards they had another glass of wine. This time his toast wasn't as brief. "It's hard to believe we've been married for five years. We had to wade through a lot of lousy people to find each other, but I think it was worth it. Kara, the time we've been together has been the best of my life. That's why I want to give you everything you want." "You do," she said, reaching across the table and taking his free hand. "Not quite . . . " he said with another smile. They clinked glasses and sipped their wine. "What do you have planned?" she asked again. "Tell meeeee." "You'll have to wait," he reminded her, holding firm. "You'll see soon enough." After they finished their drinks, Nick got up first and extended his hand to help his wife out of the booth. As she got up, she felt the familiar sensation of him squeezing her bottom. She looked at him but he had his poker face on, pretending he hadn't done anything. With a giggle, she let him lead her out of the restaurant and into the pleasantly cool spring evening. Instead of heading back to the car, he lead them the other direction. "This is the way to the playhouse," she realized. "That's right. That was next on our date. They're performing something different this time, of course, but it sounds good. " "Hmm. If I remember right, after the play we went back to my apartment and fooled around on my couch," she said, her voice flirty. "Are we replaying that part too?" "Even better," Nick promised, his hand going to her hip as he drew her closer. Of course he'd remembered that part—their hot and heavy make out session that had ended with Kara giving him an unexpected and mind-blowing blowjob. He was growing hard in his slacks just remembering. "Mmm, better? I like the sound of that," she said, her voice smoky. He drew her into a full embrace, kissing her lightly. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, touching her tongue for just a second before ending the kiss. Kara gave a light moan, lust showing in her eyes. "More," she whispered. "Later. We're going to be late for the play," he said, reaching down and giving her ass another lingering squeeze before putting his arm around her shoulders and starting to walk again. "I don't remember where we're going now," she joked. The playhouse was dimly-lit and of an intimate size, only able to seat about fifty. It was at about half capacity that night. Nick seated them near the back, and they were the only ones in their row. As they waited for the play to start, he took her hand, stroking it idly with his thumb. "Mmm, careful," she purred, giving him a fiery look. "If you keep that up, I may have to go down on you right here." "Promises, promises," he said with a grin. "You like that idea, don't you?" Kara whispered, her hand sliding up his thigh, close to his crotch. "Me going down on you in front of allll these people . . . " His only response was a low moan. She brought her hand up, allowing it to massage his hardening cock for a moment before leaning in and licking his neck. Then she pulled back, smiling mischievously. "You know, we've still never done that—had sex outside where anyone could catch us." "Oh, I know," Nick said with a smirk. "There's several things we haven't done yet." She gave him a searching look, but he was facing forward now, watching the curtains part, the picture of composure. Even after all her teasing he was still under control. He'd had a hinting tone and she couldn't help thinking she'd come close to figuring out his plans. The play was good, but neither of them could concentrate on it fully. Every touch sent electricity through them, with the promise of things to come. Finally, it was over and after the standing ovation, the two of them were nearly the first ones out the door. As they walked arm in arm back to where Nick had parked, they talked idly about the play and the actors. Kara cut off what she was saying when she realized they'd turned the wrong way. Nick was taking them into a park. A woman walked her dog nearby while a small group of college-age people drank beer and listened to a portable radio on a picnic bench. There were streetlamps along the path, but most of the place was in shadows. Other people walked and jogged by, enjoying the pleasant evening. They stepped off the path and into an area with trees. It was bathed in shadows, but not completely concealed. "Hey, this wasn't part of our date," Kara said, suspiciously. Drawing her farther away from the people and the lights that lined the path, Nick said, "I know. I'm going off script for this part." "Ohhh," she breathed, remembering the hint he'd dropped about having sex in public. She looked around. The park had half a dozen people in it, but wasn't very busy this time of night. And there didn't seem to be anyone near them in the trees, everyone preferring to stick near the lit areas. She felt safe with Nick, though, and her heart was beating fast in suspense, eager to find out what he was going to do next. "Sounds like you figured it out," Nick said, stopping them among the trees. He tilted her face up to his and gave her a long, savoring kiss. He was six inches taller than her, so she always had to stretch up to reach him. "Mmm hmm," she replied, still kissing him. One of her long-held fantasies had been to fuck him in public, or at least outside. They'd never gotten around to trying it. It seemed as if he'd decided tonight was the night. One of his hands clutched her breast through her dress, the other reaching down to grip her ass. Kara moaned, feeling a rush of wetness at his attentions. She reached her own hand down and gripped him through his slacks, feeling his rock-hard erection. Seemed like he was as turned on as she was. She realized that both his hands had dropped to the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her hips. He rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties, sending a surge of pleasure through her. His lips went to her neck, licking, nipping at the sensitive skin, then licking once more. She moaned again, feeling her legs going weak. When Kara came back to her senses, she realized Nick was easing her panties down. She reached down to help him and they fell down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and with a small growling noise of lust, he spun her around so she was turned away from him. His hand went right to her pussy, deftly teasing her clit, finding her already soaked and ready. She placed her palms on the rough bark of the tree in front of her, tilting her hips. She could hear him undoing his slacks and bit her lip, enjoying the anticipation. Finally she would get some relief after waiting for this moment all day. She hadn't let herself masturbate while Nick was at work, preferring to let the tension build up. She also waited because she wanted him to be the one to bring her to an explosive climax. And suddenly there he was, his rigid length slipping between her soaked pussy lips, sliding in slowly but with ease. He was taking his time, showing his usual restraint, stretching out the moment for both of their benefits. Finally, he was all the way in, his body pressed against her bottom, his thighs against hers. "God, Kara. You have no idea how I've waited for this," he groaned softly into her ear. "It feels so fucking good to be inside you." They'd had sex the night before, but thinking about this the entire day had been an exercise in patience. She moaned in response and wiggled her ass, trying to tempt him into thrusting. It worked. Nick slid his hands over the curve of her ass and up to her hips where he held on tight. He slid out, almost as slowly, only to thrust back in quickly. The movement sent a wave of pleasure through her and she stifled a moan. The cool evening breeze wafted over her bared ass and reminded her where they were. The excitement of being exposed and in the middle of such an intimate act out where anyone could observe them sent a delicious quiver through her middle. She could feel herself flowing even more and was surprised that she could already feel the orgasm building up. It felt like all it would take was one brush against her pulsing clit to make it crash into her. Nick started fucking her more vigorously, continuing the low growls and moans she was so familiar with. He told her once that she made him into an animal, made him lose all control. His powerful thrusts made it hard for her to stay quiet . . . she wanted to cry out, to show him how he was making her feel. As for Nick, his usual control was wavering and he found himself slamming into her. He'd been waiting all day for this too, the only difference being he knew all the details of the special night he had planned for her. It had been near impossible to concentrate at work, knowing everything that was in front of them both. And now finally his long wait was paying off and here he was, with the love of his life, fulfilling one of her favorite fantasies. He was fucking his sexy wife in public, struggling to keep quiet while all their movements fought against them and brought them closer to explosion. "Oh! Ohhh shit," Kara muttered, feeling her legs go weak again as the pressure built up more and more, rising to a plateau she wasn't used to. It always felt like he got deeper inside when he fucked her standing up, so that coupled with the new experience was driving her to what felt like the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. And suddenly it bloomed inside her, taking away all conscious thought and spreading outward throughout her entire body. Still Nick pounded her, the pressure of his thrusts drawing her pleasure out, making her forget where she was, who she was. All she knew was this beautiful release—it eclipsed all else. But he wanted more. She felt him reach around, making his thrusts shallow as his fingers went to her pussy, finding her throbbing clit instantly. With the experience brought from practice he teased her clit without missing a thrust and before she fully realized what was happening she was cumming again, this one even bigger than the last, the intensity and surprise of it forcing a loud groan from her that rang through the night. "Ohh fuck," Nick cursed lustfully, his hand returning to her waist so he could thrust more frantically. She could feel how wet his fingers had gotten during their brief foray into her crotch. His thrusts lengthened and she could feel all six inches of his thick cock sliding in and out of her depths. She knew him well—the harshness of his breathing, the spasmodic clenching of his fingers, the rigidness of his cock . . . he was right on the edge, about to explode. Normally he would pull out and spray all over her, something she'd always loved. But Kara had recovered just enough to remember she was wearing a nice dress, so decided to give him an alternative. She pulled away from him, pivoting and quickly dropping to her knees in front of him. Looking up at his bobbing erection, she wrapped her fingers around the base and swiftly took his cock into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, the familiar scent of her cum wafting up at her, mixed with his own just as familiar scent. She could taste his tangy precum mingled with her own sweet fluids. As she ran her tongue up his length, she drew him deep into her mouth, only just getting him all the way in before he started spurting his hot load onto her waiting tongue. She sucked him in as he started bucking against her, fingers gripping her dreads so he could fuck her mouth. He emptied a massive volume of cum for her to swallow, and swallow she did, continuing to suck on him as his thrusts slowed and stopped. He'd remained surprisingly quiet during his own orgasm, staying to light groans and gasps of pleasure. When his cock stopped throbbing in her mouth, she let it slip out, giving his still-hard shaft a few more licks to make sure she'd gotten it all. He was looking down at her lovingly, a satisfied look imprinted on his face. He tenderly stroked her cheek and said, "God, Kara. You're so fucking sexy." "Mmm, so are you baby," she answered, standing back up and pulling her dress back down. She was coming back to reality now and embarrassment took hold. "I got loud, didn't I?" "A little," he said with a chuckle. "Maybe we should clear out of here." He picked up her purse (she didn't even remember dropping it) and stuffed her discarded panties into it. He handed her purse to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leading her back the way they'd come. It might have been her imagination (and self-consciousness) but Kara could swear everyone they passed looked at them, some with knowing smiles. The walk back to the car was done through a happy haze, both of them satisfied but still aroused from the risk of getting caught and the knowledge that they'd gotten away with it. Kara already thought this would be a night to remember forever, without knowing that this was just the appetizer. As Nick drove them home, Kara leaned back in the passenger seat, savoring the lingering tingle between her legs. She'd left her panties in her purse, so her bottom half was bare under her dress. It was a nice reminder of what they'd just done. "That was amazing," she sighed, reaching over and squeezing her husband's leg. "It was," he agreed. "But that was just the beginning," he added, smiling. He continued looking straight ahead at the road as her hand travelled up to his crotch. She massaged him through his slacks, biting her lip when she felt him start to stiffen again. "Really?" she asked, surprised. "You just made one of my biggest fantasies come true and you say there's more?" "Uh huh," Nick said, giving her a quick glance. His eyes were sparked with lust, both from the thought of things to come and what she was doing with her hand. "You do have other fantasies, you know . . . " "Oooh," she breathed, massaging him steadily, drawing him back to full erection with her left hand. Her right hand went up to fondle her own breast. She could feel her nipple hardening through her bra and her pussy was starting to flow again. "Let's see . . . " she said thoughtfully, continuing to grope him and herself, moving to the other breast. "Doing it in public, getting tied up, seeing you fuck another woman, messing around with a woman myself . . . " Her voice got more excited as she talked and her hand dipped from her breasts to between her legs, pulling up the skirt of her dress so her fingers could play along her wet pussy. She let out a long moan at the contact and said, "So which one are we gonna do?" "You'll see . . . " Nick teased, watching her from the corner of his eye. When they stopped at a light he watched with more attention, reaching over with one hand to cup her full breast. He was uncomfortably hard from the show she was giving him . . . he always loved watching her play with herself. It never failed to drive him wild, and she knew it. And doing it here in the car, when he couldn't do anything about it . . . it just made him want to get her home all the faster. Kara continued to tease herself (and him) all the way home, not stopping until Nick pulled into their driveway. She didn't let herself cum—keeping herself balancing right on the edge and stopping just before the end. As soon as Nick got the car in park he was kissing her, one hand on her breast, the other in her hair. She kissed back, feeling the preliminary quivers that signaled orgasm. Before they got any further, the kiss was over and Nick was opening his door. Four Fantasies She got out herself, straightening her dress and hoping she didn't look like someone who just got fucked in a public park. The thought made her smile. "Now that's a self-satisfied smile," Nick said, coming up behind her and smacking her bottom. "It's been a great night," she said, grinding her ass against his still-rigid cock. "Now let's get inside, send Bobbi off, and get back to it." "That's a great idea," Nick agreed, putting his arm around her and walking them to the door. So far everything had gone as planned . . . better when she added her own teasing and the impromptu blow job while at the park. He was a little nervous about how the rest of it would go, but trusted that he knew his wife well enough to know what she wanted. Returning home after their adventure made the night seem all the more surreal to Kara. Here was their normal house where they lived their normal married life. Not even a half hour before he'd had her bent over in front of a tree, pounding her until she came loudly. The memory sent another wriggle of pleasure through her and more wetness seeped onto her inner thighs. She needed more—and she needed it now. Katie had already been put to bed and Bobbi was lounging on the couch fiddling with her phone when they walked in. "Have a nice time?" she asked, sitting up. "Very nice," Kara said. Something in her voice or face (or both) must have betrayed how horny she was, because Bobbi looked from Kara to Nick and back again, wearing a strange smile. "Um, I need a shower," Kara said. "Thanks for watching Katie for us," she added, quickly rushing out of the room. Nick joined her in their bedroom moments later as she was pulling her dress over her head. "Want some company in the shower?" he asked, unbuttoning his shirt. "Oh yeah," she agreed. Once they were undressed, Nick led her into the adjoining bathroom and turned the shower on, adjusting it to the temperature he knew she liked. She really had meant to just clean herself, but that's difficult when sharing the shower. His body kept distracting her, familiar, lean and sexy. She couldn't resist soaping up his cock and rubbing her lathered-up hand along it as it grew to full size. She was so intent on "scrubbing" him that when he started rubbing his own hand between her legs, she was surprised. "Mmm," she murmured, losing her grip on his slick cock and tilting her pelvis to allow him easier access. Before she could get too close, his hands roamed back up over her hips and sides and then higher, to her slick tits and her plump, hardened nipples. He pinched them both, smiling at the groan he drew from her. "I'm so fucking hot right now," she said, breathless. "Aren't we clean enough? I need you." She dragged him to her, delighting in the feel of his hard cock on her soft belly as their wet bodies pressed together under the hot stream of water from the faucet. "Nowww," she whined, leaning up and nipping his bottom lip between her teeth. "Let's go then. Let's see if we can top the orgasms you had at the park." He leaned past her to turn off the shower and she gave a small squeal at his words. "I like that idea," she said, stepping out and grabbing a towel. They dried off in record time. Both of them still naked, Nick led her back into the bedroom and directed her to lie down on the bed. "Just lie back and let me take care of everything," he said, turning to light the candles on their dresser and turned off the overhead light. Once this was done, he turned and looked his wife over. She was lying back, legs and arms spread, breasts jutting up, nipples still hard. She had an expectant look on her face. He had the urge to jump her right then and fuck her brains out, but held back. He had to stick to his plans, and a big part of his plan was drawing out the pleasure, making her wait. Not saying anything, he walked to the closet and opened it, reaching into the back where he'd hidden a plastic shopping bag. He brought the bag back to the bed and pulled two nylon straps out of it. Kara's eyes widened as he set to work, binding her wrists to the bedposts. "Ohhh," she breathed, heart fluttering. "So this is the fantasy you're going to fulfill?" His only answer was a smile as he tested the restraints and made sure they weren't too tight but tight enough to stay. "All strapped in?" he asked, reaching back into the bag. She pulled against the straps, the effort turning her on even more. She'd always wanted to try this with him . . . she'd done it with a previous boyfriend, but the whole thing had been uncomfortable and awkward. She'd known Nick would know how to do it right. They'd just never gotten around to trying it—same with the public sex fantasy. "Yeah, I'm helpless," she said, blinking her wide eyes at him and biting her lip, playing the role of victim for all it was worth. "What are you gonna do with me?" "Make you beg," Nick said simply, pulling out a glass bottle and peeling the plastic off the top. He pulled out the stopper and started pouring scented oil on her—her breasts, her belly, her thighs. She squirmed as the oil hit her. Soon his strong hands started running all over her, slowly and deliberately, rubbing the oil into her skin, removing her tension, driving her crazy with more anticipation. Kara looked up at him as he lavished attention on her body, his hands running over every curve. She loved when he took control, and he was well aware of the fact. Having her hands held in place only left her more at his mercy than usual. He spread her legs, massaging more oil onto her thighs, his fingers getting closer and closer to her waiting pussy. She'd taken great care before he got home in trimming her pubic hair, and what she'd left there was wet with arousal. Nick was concentrating on what he was doing, and she took a moment to examine him. In the years they'd been married, he'd only gotten sexier . . . some guys let themselves go when they settled down . . . not her guy. He hit the gym twice a week when he could, ate right, and did his best to keep in shape. "Got to stay sexy for you," he told her, and so he did . . . his biceps were bigger than when they'd met, his pecs and abs more defined. He was far from bulky; he was lean and fit, with a cock that made her swoon—she could see it now, at attention, bobbing as he rubbed her. Obviously she still had an effect on him too. Without warning he ran his fingers along her slit, stopping at the hard nub of her clit. She gasped and watched as he crawled onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. Kara knew what was coming next. She squirmed as his face dipped down, his tongue running along her inner thigh, up and over, skating past her clit, down her pussy lips to lap up her wetness. His tongue slipped inside her for a moment, then he dragged it up, still between her lips, brushing teasingly against her nub before he pulled away. "You always taste so damn good," he commented, slowly lapping along her again, once again barely touching her clit. "Stop teasing meee," she whined, wiggling again, trying to entice him into licking her more. "I think you forgot who's calling the shots here," he said with a raised eyebrow and an evil smirk. He reached under her, grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling her up to his mouth. He stuck his tongue inside again, farther than before. Pulling her to him with her ass, he gave her a firm lick, putting more pressure on her throbbing clit this time. Pleasure surged through her, both at the touch of his tongue and the manhandling. He knew just how to be rough enough. And, as though reading her mind, he pulled her to him again, pressing his mouth against her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth and wiggling the tip of his tongue against it. The sensation brought her closer to release, making her cry out. He settled her back down on the bed and slid his tongue along her, again slow and gentle. He ran his hands up until he was gripping her tits, kneading them, thrumming her rigid nipples with his thumbs. The change in tactics served to both drive her forward and pulled her back from the edge, extending the buildup. Continuing to keep her guessing, he slid his hands down her sides to her legs, spreading them wider. His tongue attacked her clit and then slowed, his hands still moving. His left hand gripped her thigh and his right rubbed her hole until his slickened index finger slipped inside. It went slowly at first, easing in before he started to move it in and out. He soon added a second finger, moving in the rhythm set by his tongue. Normally by this time she'd be gripping her own tits, sometimes grabbing him by the hair, thrusting against him as she rode his face to a satisfying climax. Being tied down left her unable to help except by bucking her hips. But Nick had moved his left hand to her abdomen, holding her down, stopping her movements even more. She struggled against his hand and the straps, finding all three holding firm. She was completely at his mercy and he could do whatever he wanted to her. The thought turned her on beyond belief. Her moans became more regular, more desperate as she felt herself getting closer and closer. "Please," she begged, hardly aware she'd even said anything. "Please please please!" She was begging for release, knowing he'd give it to her. But tonight he had other ideas. All at once he stopped, sitting back, wiping the wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand. He stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking her juices off of them with a slight smile. His face was hard to read as he watched her reactions, appraising her calmly. "Ohhh," she whimpered, squirming and pulling against the straps. She was so close . . . if she could just get one hand free . . . but it was no use. She was strapped down tight. "Mmm. Don't stop. Nick, please . . . " He stood up, still silent, moving to right next to the bed. He started stroking his rigid cock, slowly, the way he always did when she was watching him. He was close to her face, but just out of reach of her seeking tongue. The nearness of his cock, watching him pleasure himself for her, being unable to touch herself, and the interrupted oral pleasure . . . she was nearly out of her mind with lust. She'd had no idea she could be driven to such heights. "One more thing," he said, kneeling and grabbing his boxers from where he'd dropped them before their shower. He pulled them on quickly and said, "Hold tight. I'll be back with your next surprise." With that he left the room, leaving her writhing on the bed, really flowing now, her clit pulsating and aching for more stimulation. She was disappointed, but knew he'd be right back to take care of her. He always took care of her. She stopped and listened. It sounded like he was talking to someone in the hall. She hadn't heard his phone ring; had he called someone? Bobbi had left, hadn't she? Kara had been so wrapped up in lust that she had completely forgotten about her friend. Yet, when Nick returned he was alone. Confused, she asked, "Who were you talking to?" "You'll see," he said, coming close to her face again. Now his cock was hidden, but she could see it straining against the material of his boxers. He leaned in and kissed her, making her taste herself again. His beard was still soaked with her wetness. The kiss made her forget all about his cryptic answer. He broke the kiss off, his lips running over her cheek to her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive ear lobe, his tongue running down her neck making her tingle. He laid kisses down her chest to the swell of her breasts, suddenly capturing one nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the hard bud, running his teeth along it as he suckled her. It never failed to turn her on to have her tits played with, and he knew just what to do with them. His hands caressed her while his mouth was at work, kneading her pillowy tits, running down her sides to her waiting crotch. He spread her nether lips, his fingers dancing in her wetness. His mouth ran down, over her belly to her pussy, down and down until he was again lashing his tongue against her swollen clit. She arched her back at the sudden pleasure, pressing against him, moaning. "Ohhh yessss!" she moaned, feeling her orgasm starting to build back up—it hadn't had a chance to fade entirely, but the buildup was becoming huge. She felt light-headed, panting, begging again. "Pleaseplease yessss," she whimpered. This time, she hoped, this time he would let her cum. But again he stopped just short of bringing her off. "Ohhh," she cried. "Don't stop Nick! I need to cum soooo bad!" "I know you do, baby. I was just thinking I could use some help," he said, that smirk and teasing tone back. "Some . . . help?" Kara asked, confused. Then she remembered the sound of him talking when he'd left the room. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, her overwhelming need almost forgotten as she turned her face to the bedroom door. She'd been so intent on needing to cum that she hadn't noticed he didn't close it all the way when he returned and someone was watching them. When her friend Bobbi stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind her, everything clicked into place in her mind. This was why he'd suggested Bobbi as their sitter for the night, even though they had two regular babysitters on rotation for their date nights. All the comments about her fantasies and the secret plans Nick kept hinting at. Now it all made sense. She looked from Bobbi to Nick, mouth still agape. Nick's eyes were fixed on his wife, checking her reactions. Bobbi was smiling down at her, looking sexy in lacy red lingerie that accentuated her creamy pale skin and her naturally blonde hair. "What . . . what changed your mind?" Kara asked Nick. For years (since even before they married) Kara had often suggested they have a threesome. She believed their relationship was solid enough to experiment, and she made no secret that she was wildly turned on by the thought of seeing her man fucking another woman in front of her. It was a common masturbation fantasy of hers, and she often described it to him as they played together in bed. Whenever she brought it up, Nick either changed the subject or distracted her with sex. He'd once said that it would feel too much like being unfaithful, but her argument was that she would be there too, so it would be okay. When she would bring the topic up, he seemed a little curious, but she couldn't tell for sure. The year before, on his birthday, she'd invited all his friends over for a party—drinks, music, board games, that sort of thing. She'd also invited Bobbi, who had stayed until all the other guests had wandered away. Then the two of them had ambushed him, Kara again bringing up the suggestion of a threesome. She couldn't think of a better third than her best friend since college. She knew her friend occasionally took girls to bed, and she thought the contrast between the two of them would be sexy. While Kara was black, short and curvy, Bobbi was white- like Nick- and (also like Nick) she was tall, slim, and sexy. Kara had been particularly insistent that night. "Bobbi's the only one of our friends I trust fully," she told him. She didn't bring up the fact that she'd been secretly attracted to her friend the entire time she'd known her. Even though nothing sexual had ever happened between them, they'd always had a close and affectionate friendship. So the suggestion was as much for her as it was for Nick. Nick had politely declined, saying he would have to think about it. Kara left it open, saying that if he decided he wanted to give it a try, all he had to do was ask. Bobbi had agreed to these terms, and they'd left it there not mentioned again, seemingly shelved for good. Now it looked like he was ready. Nick shrugged and said, "Five years is a milestone. I wanted to make it a special anniversary and fulfill all four of your major fantasies. And this will be a two in one." He ran his fingers through his messy brown hair and added, "If you've changed your mind, here's your chance to hit the brakes. It's totally your choice." Kara looked from her sexy husband to her sexy best friend and licked her lips. She looked back at Nick and sounding breathless said, "No. No way. I want this. I've always wanted this. Keep going." She squirmed on the bed, spreading her legs wide to show herself to them both. She'd never before felt so helpless and carried away on the waves of lust in her life. "Just don't make me wait anymore," she pleaded. Nick gave her a smile and returned to his place between Kara's legs. He'd suspected that she would go through with it, but there had always been that chance that he'd gone too far with this last surprise. He was relieved to find he knew his wife just as well as he thought he did. As he settled in and gave her a slow lick, Bobbi strode across the room, looking sultry and pursing her red lipstick-coated lips at Kara. She was being very obvious in looking her bound friend over, her eyes sliding over every curve of her helpless nude body. Kara was transfixed on her friend, wondering what she was going to do . . . Nick said he needed help. Was she going to—and then all thoughts stopped as her friend leaned in and brushed her lips against Kara's, lightly at first, and then with purpose, drawing her into a deep, slow kiss. Bobbi's hands went to grip Kara's breasts and the kiss ended. Her friend whispered in her ear, "I've always wondered what your tits felt like. It's very distracting when you wear low-cut shirts and show off that cleavage of yours." Kara looked down, seeing the contrast of her friend's small white hands gripping her round, brown tits. "And?" she asked, her voice just a breath. "They're just as soft and firm as I thought," Bobbi whispered in response, and without warning she ducked her head to them. Her pink tongue darted out to lick the tip of one hard, dark nipple. Kara gasped as her friend sucked her nipple into her mouth, her left hand groping and squeezing Kara's other breast. As this was going on, Nick was increasing his rhythm, thrumming her clit with his skillful tongue, again slipping two fingers smoothly into her quivering cunt. Bobbi attacked her tits greedily, moving from one to the other, squeezing, nipping, sucking. "OH!" Kara cried out, assaulted lovingly at both ends. She knew she couldn't take much more of this. "Oh fuuuuuuck!" she cried out, feeling the first waves of a massive climax crash into her full force. Bobbi continued playing with her tits and Nick lashed her clit with his tongue thrusting his fingers in and out of her steadily. They kept at it as Kara squealed, experiencing the biggest orgasm of her life. Kara blinked, realizing that Nick was on one side of her, Bobbi the other. When had they moved? With shock and excitement, she realized what had happened. "Shit, I think I passed out," she said, her voice sounding impressed. Nick smiled warmly at her, leaning in for a kiss. The smell of her arousal was stronger than ever, clinging to his beard. Their tongues dueled for a moment before he pulled back. "So there's two of your fantasies," he said, reaching up and releasing her from the restraints. "Two and a half," she corrected him, looking over at Bobbi, who was kneeling on the bed next to her. Kara tried to sit up and had to lay back. "I don't think I can get up yet," she said with a giggle. She writhed on the bed, finally able to touch herself now that her hands were free. To her amazement, she was still horny, even after that monster of an orgasm. "Hmm. Now that's a problem," Nick said, crawling off the bed and standing next to it. His cock was still hard, tenting out the front of his shorts. "What are we going to do now, baby? We still have two- " He quickly corrected himself. "One and a half fantasies to go." Four Fantasies "Wellll," Kara said, making a big show of thinking over their problem. "One of them doesn't involve me at all . . . at least not much. So we could start with that one. You know, until I recover." Bobbi, seeming to be blushing, backed off the bed and next to Nick, looking down out of embarrassment. She realized she was looking directly at her best friend's husband's still-covered erection and looked over at Kara. "You're sure?" she asked hesitantly. She sounded shy, which was something Kara had never heard from her outgoing self-assured friend before. Kara reached out and took her hand. "Oh yeah. I've given this a lot of thought." Her face took on a dreamy look and she repeated, "A lot . . . " Then she seemed to recover and said, "I guess I am going to have to do something. Since both of you seem to have suddenly gone shy on me, how about I direct you?" Nick perked up, clearly liking the idea. "That sounds like a great plan," he said, looking over at Bobbi. "How about it? For Kara?" Bobbi smiled at him, her teeth flashing in the flickering candlelight. "Okay. For Kara." Kara sat up and scooted over on their big king-size bed, eagerly starting her instructions. "First you two should kiss. I've kissed you both tonight, so now it's your turn." Both of them turned to each other and Nick took the initiative, taking her face into his hands and pressing his lips to hers. They were almost the same height, so she didn't have to lean up to reach him. Kara felt a surge of excitement watching the two people she cared about most (well, the two adults) kissing each other. It was as exciting as she'd suspected it would be. She fondled her tits as she watched them, brushing her thumbs over her sensitive nipples and gasping. The kiss ended and Nick looked back at her, awaiting her next order. He had lipstick smeared on his mouth and Bobbi looked dazed, blinking and staring off into space. "Okay. Now undress her. Slowly," Kara commanded. Bobbi stood there docily and let him slowly undo the clasps on her lingerie top. She was biting her lip and her eyes showed arousal. Slowly Nick pulled the cups from her perky breasts. They were much smaller than Kara's but still very round and firm, topped by small pink nipples. Wondering what it would feel like to suck on those cute little nipples, Kara pinched her own, letting out a low sigh. Nick continued, undoing her garter and removing first one red-tinted stocking and then the other. He reached up with both hands and peeled her lacy panties down, over her shapely legs until they were pooling at her feet. Her friend was shaved bare, her pussy lips completely exposed when she parted her legs slightly. Seeing Bobbi's pink pussy lips gave Kara the next obvious direction. "Now Bobbi, lay down next to me. Yes, stretch out, spread your legs. Let us see that pretty pussy of yours." Kara was really getting into it now, leaning against the wall and watching as things unfolded before her. She was hefting her heavy tits, tweaking her nipples. "And now Nick, I want you to make her cum. No teasing . . . make her lose it as fast as you can. I wanna hear her moan and beg for more." Obediently, her husband crawled onto the bed, taking position. Still looking at his wife, Nick bowed his head and gave Bobbi a couple of test licks before laying in and really licking her. He clutched her thighs—which were rounded, but more narrow than Kara's—and flicked her hard little clit with his tongue, dipping it into her cunt and then back up, flicking her bud again. Bobbi let out an extended moan, cupping her breasts in her own hands and throwing her head back. Kara's hand automatically went to her own pussy and she played with herself as she watched her husband make her friend writhe in pleasure. "Mmm yeah. He's good at that, isn't he?" Kara asked, already knowing the answer. Of all the men she'd been with in her life, her Nick was the best at orally pleasing her. Bobbi moaned again and said, "Oh yeah. So good." She looked over at Kara, her face contorting in pleasure. Then her eyes rolled back and she cried out, "Oh god, oh I'm cumming! I'm- " Her surprised cry cut off and she started bucking convulsively, gasping and gripping the sheet in her clutching fingers as she came hard from Nick's experienced tongue. He gave her a couple of parting licks as he sat up. It had been a long time since he'd done that with someone other than Kara, and it felt completely different. He wiped his mouth and gave Kara a satisfied grin. He still had his boxers on—she could see some of his rigid penis through the slightly parted opening in the front. "Ohhh, now poor Nick needs some attention," Kara pouted. "Bobbi, free the poor guy from his shorts." Bobbi got up and so did Nick. Without any delay, she slid his boxers down, going to her knees to do it. Her eyes widened slightly and she gasped when his cock bounced free right in front of her face. It had been difficult to gauge how big it was through his shorts. She looked back to Kara for further direction. "Now I want you to stroke him. Yes, slowly, all along the length. Mmm. Like that. Now lean in and lick the shaft. Yessss." She continued playing with herself, getting more and more excited. "Now take that big cock into your mouth. Nick, hold her hair back so I can see. Go ahead Bobbi honey, make him feel as good as he made you feel." Bobbi opened her full red lips and engulfed Nick's member in one swift move. She was clearly an expert at this . . . she'd once confided to Kara that blow jobs were her favorite sex act. And it showed—she set about pleasuring Nick with her mouth using all her skills, showing none of her earlier hesitation. They were both way beyond shyness at this point, completely invested in putting on this show for her. Kara looked up at Nick's face, watching him close his eyes and part his lips. A low, deep moan emitted from him. With burning curiosity, she wondered if it felt different from when she did it. She then realized she didn't need to wonder. "How's it feel baby? Does it feel good to have Bobbi sucking your cock?" Nick let out a rumbling moan and looked over at her with half-lidded eyes. "Oh yeah. She's really good. Her mouth feels amazing." Kara noted Bobbi was smiling around his cock. She bobbed her head, the shaft shining with spit every time her head went up. She had one hand wrapped around the base twisting and stroking as she sucked him off. Her other hand was cupping his full balls, kneading them gently, as though trying to coax the cum out of him. "Mmm. Okay, now Nick I want you to fuck her mouth. Yes, grab her head and thrust in." Kara felt a surge of pleasure run through her as she continued to tease herself to the sight of Nick thrusting in and out of Bobbi's mouth. She slipped a finger into herself, frantically fucking herself with it. In all her fantasies she never imagined it would be so hot to see this from the other side . . . it was a huge turn on when Nick did this to her, and almost always resulted in him filling her mouth with a huge load of his sperm before too long. She watched him- when his breathing got shallow and Kara could tell he was close, she quickly said, "Okay stop. Now Nick you get to fuck her. Bobbi, get on all fours. I wanna see my Nick take you hard from behind." Following her instructions, only moments later Bobbi was on her hands and knees, her sexy round ass tilted up, looking over her shoulder as Nick positioned his cock at her entrance. He looked over at Kara, his eyes travelling over her as her watched his wife fingering herself. She gave him an excited nod and he pressed forward, impaling the blonde in one swift and sure movement. Bobbi moaned loudly, tossing her hair and bucking back against him as his cock invaded her soaking depths. Nick ran his hands over her creamy bottom and then gripped her waist, thrusting again just as quickly, eliciting the same response as before. Not taking his eyes off Kara, he thrust again, then again, finding a good rhythm, fucking hard and fast. Kara couldn't see the clock from where she was, but it felt like they'd been in the bedroom for two hours, so she knew Nick was long overdue for release. She felt a little bad that he'd been so deprived, but she was having too much fun for regret. She'd make sure he was well satisfied before the night was over. Nick picked up the pace, ramming into Bobbi with a frenzy now. Kara knew what her friend was feeling from experience—when Nick went all out it was almost unbearable and at the same time she wanted it to never end. He always drew a huge orgasm from her before he pulled out and sprayed all over her ass or back. Just thinking about it- and watching the hot fucking in front of her—Kara found herself cumming again, crying out in pleasure as her thighs clamped down on her hand. Still she kept touching herself, making the waves of pleasure hit her over and over. Bobbi's hair flew as she thrashed her head around, moaning wildly as she came too. Nick cursed and pulled out quickly, spraying thick ropes of cum all over Bobbi's back side. There was so much force behind the delayed ejaculation that it reached almost to her shoulder. Kara watched as he came, amazed as she always was at the sheer volume of milky white jizz that her man unleashed. Panting, still clutching his cock, Nick looked at her, satisfaction all over his face. "Ohhh," Kara purred, leaning forward to inspect the mess all over Bobbi's lower back and the stream up to the middle near her left shoulder. "That was a good one, wasn't it baby? You needed that." "Yeah," he said thickly. "I needed that bad." Giving him a sexy smile, Kara started licking up his cum, cleaning Bobbi up before leaning down to lick up and down his shaft, finally taking his still-hard cock into her waiting mouth. "Mmm," she said, releasing him and licking her lips. "So that's what another girl tastes like." She looked up at him as she gave him another long, lingering lick. "I can taste her pussy alllll over you." "I need you," Nick growled, stroking his throbbing cock. "I need to fuck you right now, Kara." "Ohh yeah . . . " she said, feeling increased lust jolt up through her. She loved when he got forceful and demanding like that. "I know just what we should do. Bobbi honey, flip over." Bobbi did as she was told, looking dazed from her successive orgasms. Kara got out of bed and stood with her round ass tilted. Nick took his cue and took her from behind, standing, as they'd done at the park. While he filled her up, Kara started running her hands over Bobbi, lingering at her tits, finally able to suckle her friend's bubblegum pink nipples. Bobbi groaned and played with Kara's pendulous tits, squeezing and stroking them, pinching her friend's bigger brown nipples. Kara ducked her head, and seeing what she wanted, Bobbi scooted up on the bed, spreading her legs and giving Kara access to her quivering and moist pussy. Nick kept driving into her, one hand creeping around to play with her clit. Kara moaned against Bobbi's lower lips, her tongue darting out and caressing her friend's bud. She'd often fantasized about being with a woman, but the right opportunity never presented itself. She'd never admitted to Nick her attraction to Bobbi, but he was well aware that sometimes girls figured prominently in her fantasies. One of the great things about their relationship was how open they were about their sexual fantasies. She decided right than that she'd have to come clean to both of them about her secret attraction. She figured after how this night had played out, the admission would be greeted with no surprise at all from either of them. Kara greedily lapped up Bobbi's cum, getting a fresh writhe of pleasure through her belly that it was Nick—her Nick—who had caused this cum . . . at her request he'd brought Bobbi the kind of pleasure he regularly gave to Kara, and now she was tasting the results. All the while she was inching her friend towards another orgasm. She felt a surge of pride and arousal that this orgasm was going to be all her doing. Pulling his hand back from Kara's crotch, Nick dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, his abs slapping against her round, sexy ass, his cock plowing her good. Her big tits flopped forward and back with every forceful thrust. Kara flicked Bobbi's clit faster, trying to copy all of Nick's usual moves, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure Bobbi was letting out. She slipped a finger into her friend's tight cunt, pushing it in as far as she could, feeling her pussy walls grip the intruding finger tightly. "Ohhh! Oh Kara!" Bobbi squealed, gripping Kara's dreads with her fingers, tensing her belly and pressing her crotch into her friend's face. Sweet wetness was coating Kara's cheeks and she kept up the pace, feeling they were both close. And from the sounds of Nick's breathing and the steady growls he was letting out, he was too. The three of them came almost simultaneously. Bobbi was first, her thighs pressing against Kara's cheeks as her pussy gushed, flooding with fresh sweet cum, almost a spray for a moment as she exploded. Kara was next, pushed over by the orgasm she had caused and the relentless fucking she was receiving. Her voluptuous body shook, her tits bounced, and a loud moan burst from her mouth uncontrollably. Nick pulled out and sprayed his wife's round ass, less this time but still enough for her to feel it splash warmly against her and run down the back of her leg. Kara crawled up beside Bobbi, lying face down, still giving out little moans of pleasure as she enjoyed the aftershocks. "That," she said emphatically, then forgot to finish the thought as a particularly big aftershock wriggled through her. "Was good?" Nick helpfully finished for her. "Mmm. Serious understatement," Bobbi breathed, lying back and wiping the sweat from her brow. Nick rubbed his hand up and down Kara's back soothingly. "This," she said happily, looking up at her husband, "Was the best anniversary ever." "The best one so far," Nick said, leaning down and giving her a tender kiss. "Well," Kara said with a devious smirk of her own. "I guess I'd better get to work coming up with some new fantasies." Author's Note: This one is for K., my biggest fan. I always wanted to write a story for you, and I figured our first anniversary was the best time for it.